Chapter 133

Jason was flabbergasted, astonished at the boldness of Ramla last night.

'She actually gave me a rimjob!'

Jason was showering with the girls, visions of last night still lingered in their minds.

Ramla wasn't sorry about she has done, earning her the respect of her sisters.

'Man… that dual cultivation manual the Leviathan left is wild to say the least! Who would've known that Ramla would actually do stuff like that… I love her even more now~.'

Jason couldn't help but take Ramla from behind as he drove his cock all the way in her pussy.

Ramla just took it all as she moaned like a harlots. Her sisters exiting the bath hurriedly with crimson faces.

An hour later, Jason and Ramla came out refreshed, only to not find Nea and Adea around.

"They must be in their rooms. I guess I'll go catch up on my cultivation. Maybe my soul will breakthrough soon too!" Ramla said with an excited and innocent smile, no one would dare think that she was a total slut for Jason just minutes ago.

Jason ruffled her hair and gave her forehead as kiss. Ramla blushed pink as she looked up at him with love.

"I'm sure would will, my love. I'll go stay at the helm for now." Jason said these parting words and went on his way to the helm.

Jason sat at the captain's chair. His hand on his chin.

[We will arrive shortly.] The System said with an emotionless tone.

'Arrive where, exactly?' Jason asked.

[A portal city called Xuandong.]

'a Chinese name, huh? Figures, since the Empire of Dawn spans a huge chunk of land, different names and different cultures exist simultaneously. Racism is mostly between species in this world. Dwarves hate elves and vice versa.'

'Anyways, set route to the estate for now. Also, you can use the ship sensors right?'

[Of course, Host. ]

'Great! Scan for any monoliths like the one deep in the ocean. Maybe scout for some treasures or something.' Jason said to the System.

[Yes, Host.] The System answered succinctly. Leaving Jason to his devices.

' I wonder what they're doing back home…'

In the vast expanse of the Dawn Mountains, where the snow stretched endlessly and the winds howled like lost spirits, a white wolf prowled. Its sleek, powerful form was a blend of beauty and raw predatory strength, each movement purposeful and silent. The wolf's golden eyes, glinting with intelligence and hunger, scanned the horizon with piercing focus.

The beast had no name, for it needed none. In this harsh wilderness, only strength mattered, and the wolf had survived longer than most. Its energy reserves were vast, pulsing within its core like a sun waiting to be unleashed. Yet, despite this latent power, the wolf felt a barrier—an invisible wall preventing it from transcending into the fabled Inner Sea Realm.

The wolf's instincts screamed for sustenance, not just to sate its physical hunger but to quench the thirst of its spirit. It needed more than mere prey; it needed something extraordinary, a catalyst to shatter the ceiling of its potential.

The snow crunched beneath its massive paws as it followed the faint scent of blood carried by the icy wind. A trail of crimson marked the way, a promise of prey that might finally provide the breakthrough it sought.

The wolf crested a hill and stopped, its golden eyes narrowing. Below lay a battlefield—a skirmish between two human cultivators and a massive frost bear. The humans, clad in thick furs and wielding weapons imbued with Spirit Qi, moved with precision and coordination, their techniques lighting up the snowy plain.

The frost bear was a formidable opponent, its roars shaking the air and its icy breath freezing the very ground beneath it. Yet, it was injured, its strength waning with each strike it endured.

The wolf crouched, watching the battle unfold. It recognized the opportunity—if it struck at the right moment, it could claim the frost bear's core, a treasure infused with Spirit Qi and years of cultivation. Such a prize would be enough to propel it into the Inner Sea Realm.

As the humans delivered the final blow, the frost bear collapsed with a thunderous crash, its massive form lying still in the blood-stained snow. The cultivators, exhausted but triumphant, moved toward their prize.

But the wolf would not allow them to take what it needed. With a growl that shook the air, it leaped from the hilltop, a streak of white fury against the gray sky.

The humans barely had time to react before the wolf was upon them. Its golden eyes burned with resolve, and its claws and teeth flashed like lightning. Though they fought valiantly, they were no match for the wolf's speed and ferocity.

Within moments, the battlefield was silent once more. The wolf stood victorious, its breath steaming in the cold air. It turned to the frost bear's corpse, its heart pounding as it tore into the beast's chest and retrieved the glowing core.

As the wolf consumed the core, a surge of energy erupted within it, but it still wasn't enough.

Despite the overwhelming rush of power from the frost bear's core, it was not enough. The white wolf's energy reserves swirled and churned, tantalizingly close to forming a stable Inner Sea, yet still incomplete. Frustration and yearning clawed at its soul, and it tilted its head toward the heavens, letting out a heart-wrenching howl that echoed through the frozen expanse.

The moon above, full and pale, cast a cold silver light over the Dawn Mountains. The wolf's howl seemed to resonate with the lunar glow, but it brought no solace. Instead, it carried across the wilderness, piercing the icy stillness.

From the shadows of the snow-laden trees came answering howls—low, guttural, and filled with malice. A pack of Dark Wolves emerged, their obsidian fur blending into the night and thei" crimson eyes glowing with predatory hunger.

The Dark Wolves were infamous in the Dawn Mountains, not only for their brutality but for their unity as a pack. Each one was a creature of peak Core Condensation Realm, their collective strength enough to raze entire hunting parties. Drawn by the white wolf's howl and the scent of blood, they approached, their movements fluid and silent like shadows creeping closer.

The white wolf stood its ground, golden eyes fixed on the approaching threat. It was outnumbered and still recovering from the energy storm within, but it refused to back down. This was an opportunity—not just to survive but to claim the energy it still lacked.

The pack encircled the white wolf, their snarls filling the frigid air. The leader, a massive Dark Wolf with a jagged scar across its face, stepped forward. It growled low, challenging the white wolf.

The white wolf responded with a snarl of its own, its golden eyes blazing with determination. The air around it shimmered as residual energy from the frost bear's core flared to life, coating its body in a faint, fiery aura.

The first Dark Wolf lunged, its fangs aimed at the white wolf's throat. With a burst of speed, the white wolf sidestepped and countered, its jaws clamping down on the attacker's neck with bone-crushing force. The Dark Wolf collapsed, lifeless, and the white wolf wasted no time, devouring its core.

As the battle raged, the white wolf moved with relentless precision, felling one Dark Wolf after another. Each core it consumed added to its power, the energy surging within it like an unstoppable tide.

Finally, only the leader remained. The scarred Dark Wolf circled the white wolf, its movements cautious yet menacing. This was a true apex predator, its strength and cunning evident in its every step.

The two wolves clashed, their bodies colliding with a force that shook the ground. The white wolf's golden eyes burned with resolve, and it unleashed the full force of the energy it had accumulated. With a final, desperate lunge, it tore into the Dark Wolf's chest, claiming its core in a spray of crimson.

As the leader fell, the white wolf stood victorious, its fur matted with blood and its breaths coming in ragged gasps.

After the ferocious battle against the Dark Wolves, the white wolf stood victorious. The mountain air was cold, but the blood on its snowy fur steamed faintly, a testament to the heat of its newly found power. It devoured the last of the cores with purpose, feeling the energy surge within it like a tempest ready to break free.

Determined to complete its transformation, the white wolf began the arduous climb to the mountain's peak. The air thinned as it ascended, and the wind grew biting, but it pressed on with unwavering resolve. Each step felt heavier, as though the mountain itself sought to test its worth.

Finally, the wolf reached the summit, a desolate plateau bathed in silver light from the full moon overhead. Its golden eyes gleamed with triumph as it tilted its head back and howled. The sound reverberated across the mountain range, carrying with it the wolf's joy, defiance, and liberation.

### The Transformation

The air around the wolf began to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. A powerful surge of energy erupted from deep within, and bright blue runic marks began to etch themselves across its fur, glowing like molten sapphire. Each rune pulsed with ancient, primal energy, resonating with the moonlight as if answering a celestial call.

The wolf's form trembled as the energy reached its peak, and a brilliant burst of light enveloped it. The glow subsided, revealing not the majestic beast that had ascended the mountain, but a young woman standing tall and proud.

Her long, silken hair was as white as snow, cascading down her back and dancing lightly in the mountain breeze. Her golden eyes, sharp and piercing, held the same feral intensity they had in her lupine form but were now tinged with warmth and wonder. The runic marks that had adorned her fur now traced intricate patterns across her pale skin, glowing faintly with residual energy.

She stood naked, unashamed and unburdened, gazing at the moon with a sense of profound happiness. For the first time, she raised her human hands, flexing her fingers as she marveled at the sensation of this new form.

The woman let out a laugh, soft at first but growing louder, filled with exhilaration and gratitude. She had done it—she had broken through to the Inner Sea Realm, overcoming trials that would have broken lesser beings.

" Mary?"